Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2023 22:18:23 +0000 From: Karl M. Subject: Fire Dancer - Chapter 10 - Pleasure's Prelude I will note that this is a complete work of fantasy. This story is set in a completely fictional world. It is just a flight of my fancy. Please feel free to email me at moonlitrain@protonmail.com with feedback, comments and suggestions! Chapter 10: Pleasure's Prelude Waking up next to Kenton was one of the more rapturous experiences of my life. Feeling his lissome, powerful body next to me with its fierce radiance suffusing me was so blissful that I scarcely wanted to believe that it was happening. He woke up as a shaft of sunlight spilled across his delicate features and set his crimson hair glowing with a fiery radiance and turned to meet my gaze. I felt my heart swell with love for him, a sudden tide that swept through me and I reached out to caress his slender, but strong neck. I traced fingers over his flat belly and taut pecs, lightly teasing each roseate nipple so that it stood out against his pale skin. He let out a quiet gasp which I silenced with a soft kiss on his pink lips. He opened to me and we kissed more deeply. I broke away for a moment to look into his emerald eyes. "God I love you so much, Kenton." His smile was tender and radiated affection as his long fingers caressed my cheek with a delicate ease. "I love you too Steven. I am pretty sure I was in love with you by our second date. This just feels right, no matter what some of your friends say. I want to be with you and make this work." Now I kissed him harder, slipping my exploratory tongue into his mouth, drawing his lean body toward me and feeling his muscles sliding under silken skin. It still amazes me that one person can have such a powerful impact on the strength of one's passion and desire. Kenton was like a magnet in that moment and I felt inexorably drawn into his pull. I felt him straddle me, that sinewy dancer's strength holding me in place, as his mouth pushed harder into mine. I also felt his penis begin to swell stiff against me, my own cock had already become almost painfully hard as we kissed. The sticky heat of his precum oozed onto my own throbbing erection, my own lubrication making us slip and slide as our mouths hungrily met. I let out a deep moan as we moved and ground together and Kenton whimpered. Again I broke the kiss and took in a slow breath, meeting those stunning emerald eyes. "Kenton...I...want to be inside of you. Have you...?" He shook his head. "No. I've had fingers and toys inside but never...I want to though. I mean...we'll need to use a condom for now but...yes, if you help me get ready." I rolled off and nodded. "I think we'll have to plan it for another day since it helps if you've emptied yourself out and we'll work on the other steps. Sorry to break the romance and be all technical but it really makes the process safer, more enjoyable and overall better."
 With ease, he flipped his body onto mine and sucked on my neck. "Okay! Now let's just finish what we started." After our morning's passion, Kenton headed off to the studio and I went to work on a commission. I lost myself in painting for several hours and then made my foray to buy all of the necessary materials to help get my youthful lover ready for the pleasure that was to come. I told him I'd make up for him having to avoid eating by taking him out to dinner after our intense explorations. I knew that Kenton might feel all the preparations would reduce the romance factor, but it simply was necessary to do it all right. There's no use in taking any risks and the pleasure and excitement that happens when everything's taken into account is much better for being anticipated and given a chance to blossom into full power. He had assured me that he'd do whatever it took to be ready and wouldn't feel at all short-changed. I went to the local drugstore and bought all of the necessaries including plenty of lube, an enema kit, condoms and some massage oil. I decided to aim for a mixture of spontaneity and planning, trying to keep it all in balance and maximize the pleasurable aspects of the situation as much as possible. I deeply wanted my beautiful dancer's first time to be as thrilling and arousing as possible. I hadn't been given that opportunity so I thought that Kenton deserved it. He had given me so much already and I wanted to return the generosity as much as I could manage. I was fairly twitching with anticipation when Kenton arrived that night. He had refrained from eating and had been drinking some electrolyte drinks to keep up his energy. His beautiful features were touched with a hint of nerves, but as a performer he was skilled at masking them. I knew him well enough to look beyond the mask and after he was settled, I sat down on my sofa and patted it for him to sit beside me. Our gazes met and I took his hand lightly in mine, kissing it. "Before we start, are you sure about this? I want you to be comfortable and at ease. Any discomfort with the situation and we'll stop." He squeezed my hand in his and stroked his free hand over my cheek. "You're too sweet, Steven, but I'm definitely ready. I trust you and I know that if I want you to stop, you will. I don't think I've wanted anything more than this for a long time." I felt a smile spread over my face and I leaned in to brush my lips against his. "Okay, I just wanted you to be sure. Now let's start with a nice hot shower and we can do the cleaning part first. After that I'll give you a massage to relax you and then we'll see where we go after that. I want you to keep talking to me through all of it, we need to have good communication." Kenton was quiet for a moment and then he grinned. "Well, let's go then! What are you waiting for?" We worked through the process of thorough cleaning, making sure that everything was ready for what would happen next. Kenton's cock was like a steel bar throughout the process, standing at full mast and throbbing. I teasingly brushed it a few times and felt the wetness of his precum sticky on my fingers. Once he was clean and ready, we dried off and I took his hand and lead him to the bedroom. It was an experience in aesthetics watching his lithe dancer's body move with graceful ease, his penis so erect and throbbing that my own leaked copiously and stood at attention simply laying my eyes on Kenton. He slid onto the bed and I winked. "Let's start that massage." I had already laid down towels for him and as he lay down, I watched all his muscles flow and slide with ease, liquid strength easily apparent in every movement. I took out the bottle of massage oil and began running it over his body, pouring some of it out and watching it glisten on his taut flesh. I slid my hands over his chest, straddling him with my stiff penis oozing onto his throbbing cock as I began to massage his chest, tweaking each nipple with my thumbs and making him gasp at the sensation. As I massaged, I revelled in the sensuality of his dancer's body and its intense beauty. As I massaged his hard, flat belly I kept brushing the head of his cock, moans drifting from his parted, roseate lips as I ran the oil over each surface. I smoothly slid down his incredibly sculpted, powerful legs with my oiled hands and worked over each inch of him. I felt my own penis surge at each moaning breath. I felt him so stiff underneath me, his cock leaking copiously as I leaned over and our skin touched. I licked the edge of his ear, trailing my tongue over it as I caressed his throbbing erection with passionate ease. His body was almost vibrating with energy under my touch and my mouth, taut as a violin string. I whispered in his ear for him to flip over which he did with fluid ease, giving me an incredibly erotic view of his muscled back and the firm globes of his bottom. I applied more oil to my hands and began to work over his powerful neck and broad shoulders, feeling the elastic strength of his finely honed musculature. Now he lay before me, the twin globes of his taut ass so inviting that I ran my hands down his back in broad circles, working at the muscles of his lower back and squeezing each of those globes. He gasped and writhed, lithe hips wriggling as I worked. Now I put down the massage oil and wiped my hands, taking up the lube from the bedside table and liberally applying it to my fingers. I could feel Kenton tense and I stroked his back, sensually asking him to relax. I felt him let the tension go and I softly began circling the warm pink rosebud nestled between each firm cheek. A deep moan emanated from his open lips and I kept touching delicately, watching that little opening flex and spasm. I slowly began to insert a finger and felt him tighten. After gentle insertions, I slid past the inner ring and crooked my finger. I found his prostate and tapped it. He cried out. "Ohh fuckkkk! Oh my....uhhhh!" I grinned. "Well I guess I found your prostate!" Slowly and with deep passion, I gave him a gentle prostate massage, until he begged me to stop before he had an orgasm. It was far too early to let that happen so I slid my finger gently free and kissed his neck, resting a hand on his firm bottom. "Are you ready to try me inside of you?" Kenton turned his head to look back at me. "Oh yes Stephen, god yes I am!" So this, my dear readers, is where I will leave you in suspense until the next chapter arrives.